[with a look that says 'I could make a snarky comment but am choosing not to,' he abruptly stalks off. This would probably be more effective if his knee didn't immediately buckle, the stretch evolving his bled leg to a bleeding leg. he catches his balance just as quickly, looking away more embarrassed than in pain. Well, maybe she hadn't been watching. Somehow.

Trying again, he starts off more carefully to round the perimeter. Someone needs to check things for themselves, apparently.]